Jan 9 Wed 2013 DEAN JOHN Fashion Show Megaparty

Friendly pulchitrude, evening energy
Crowdsourced party packed
Party fever midweek
Herewith a few shots of a remarkable phenomenon, which says much about New York and how it is bursting at the seams with social energy, enough to carry a certain crowd home on Wednesday night after a hard day's commute and work, but only to change and get back out to 330W 40St, where a fashion show and party crowdsourced on Facebook by John Dean Fashion and others (eg John Thomas of jptalent) was scheduled from 6pm to 11.59pm in the club space on the top 39th floor of the building, possibly a hotel, at that address, with open bar for the first hour.
The gathering was still going strong at 10 pm though many were leaving when we decided to drop over from the French American foundation panel and party at the Century at 7W 45th. Walking through a Times Square neon illuminated as bright as noon, we entered the red carpeted and railed side entrance, checked our overcoat for $3, and took the dedicated elevator skywards to the 39th Floor. There we found a bar with floor to ceiling windows overlooking the bright lights of Times Square and up a flight of stairs to the floor above, disco loud enough to drown out a fire engine, and a bright spot in the Stygian gloom where beyond a wall of backs of people with cell phone cameras held high, models strutted on the few feet of runway not inundated by the audience.
In the short time we took two videos through the forest of arms the few feet were occupied first by a female in sexy garb and then by a male in what appears to be a blue Superman tunic with lightning flash, tunic, both of which we were actually unable to see except through raising our FZ35 high and then checking the action we recorded.
With the runway show nearly over the real payoff of the visit was something else - the pleasure of being submerged in a high spirited, sexy white, brown and black mix that, somehow, the essentially anonymous Facebook self selection process was able to pull in, including the typically personable couple we took a portrait as we exited, just friends Jevon and Tina.
Almost immediately we were outside, however, paralegal-model-actress Tina Deon (917 399 0882 gtprincess4e@gmail.com see facebook Tina Deon/Tina D) dashed back inside, leaving us men to chat for a time on the sidewalk about one of the greatest hidden public scandals of the century, a topic which resonated with Jevon (jevoni/orng@gmail.com ck) because, he said, he had always had his suspicions. After a while, with Tina long absent, we said Goodnight and walked to the subway past the unexpected statue of the cheerful porter on the sidewalk outside the Port Authority.
Update: Tina later revealed on the phone what had happened to her. She had had a mild pain all day, and after Jevon had driven her home, it had gotten worse, and an ambulance had to be called. At Queens General she was diagnosed with appendicitis, and her appendix was removed. In the circumstances her almost untroubled expression in the photo can be seen as a triumph of social energy over difficulty, not unlike the same triumph of the rest of this crowd of hardworking and hard playing New Yorkers over the demands of their day job when driven by hope and appetite they turned up to mix and dance at this weekday event.
(Note: Original party tip from Michael Alvardo photographer at the site of Patrick's apt rescue tel 347 353 4818.)